At the little hut, an oil lamp is quietly burning. The little Dimitri was tucked away warmly on his bed. He was breathing evenly while he is sleeping. His mother was looking at him lovingly with affectionate eyes. She planted a kiss on her son's forehead and stood up and walked towards the table.
The shabby hut was small. It only has one room that consists of the kitchen, dining and sleeping areas. It only has one bed where Dimitri and his mother sleep side by side.
Dimitri's mother took a sit on the chair by the table and sighed. She looked at her sleeping son who looked so peaceful.
"If only I could tell you that you are of Atlantian royal blood, then this things would have never happened to you." Dimitri's mother said that only she could hear. "If only your father had took you in as one of his children.
